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Things got a little bit interesting last night around 9:00, when two amazingly beautiful dogs of the canine
persuasion came onto the deck and started making themselves quite at home. One, a purebred Husky must
have caught whiff of Daisy The Cat and was showing all kinds of the I-Wanna-Play-With-My-Dinner
behavior. While the other, what looked to me like either a purebred Bloodhound or a small Welsh pony,
came up to the slider and was content to wait until someone let him (or her) in.
It was like they were a couple of prodigal sons (or daughters) that had finally found their way home, and
weren’t we glad to see them..
Once Daisy The Cat realized there were four-pawed visitors, she fell instantly into a I’m-Gonna-Puff-UpAnd-Look-Ridiculous stance. Which, given her adversaries, made it seem all the more hilarious. While,
Sandy The Sandstress, she who puts the Gravy on my Train, found it initially amusing then increasingly
annoying. She is not big on dogs. I, though, found it an incredibly delightful diversion from two hours of
watching Al Gore profess his love for earth and, to a certain degree, all of mankind.
I went out and played with the dogs.
However, by 10:30 it became obvious that the critters were not going to leave on their own volition. And,
although I didn’t recognize them as belonging to our neighbors, was quite certain they hadn’t come from
too far away. It just looked like a couple of buddies who had busted loose from their electronic prison,
indicated by the receiver attached to each collar, and were out for an evening on the town and apparently
got lost.
So, I gathered the boys (or girls – I really didn’t get a close look) together and took them on a walk down
the street towards the lake. They tagged along as if this was a routine experience; The Husky checking out
every mailbox enroute and the Bloodhound slobbering all over my hand. We’d barely gone a block when
they seemed to recognize where they were and trotted off in a direction I assumed to be towards home.
This coming weekend will involve an invasion of a different sort. We are expecting aliens to arrive on
Friday night and hope to have the campfire gaily welcoming them. I’m referring to the French guys.
French guys? Sandy’s Sister Sue lives near Detroit and for the past three years has been providing room
and board to French engineering graduate students who work for French automotive companies in the
Detroit area. It’s kind of like an internship program.
Anyway, most of these guys (there’s yet to be a girl -- I know, I have checked that) spend anywhere from 6
months to a year here and some have gone on to permanent jobs in the Detroit area. So, Xavier, Julien and
Allysse, whom we’ve known for over a year are coming to take us to a blues concert on Saturday night.
My only regret is that J.D (Jean-Damien) is temporarily back in France and won’t make it. He’s been back
and forth between France and Detroit for almost two years and has visited us on several occasions. He has
almost become like an adopted son. And, contrary to popular opinion, not a rude one in the bunch.
I’m really looking forward to it (the French guys visiting) and will probably talk more about it on Monday.
Thoughts on the way to work:
Only one. I’m beginning to wonder what would happen if a deer were to collide with the front of my truck
while I’m taking a long gulp of coffee from my travel mug. I can only imagine that if it set off the airbag in
front of me, the paramedics would require the jaws of life to extract the mug from the back of my throat.
Not a particularly pretty thought..
Have a carefree weekend…